Very disappointed to see plagiarism issues in the very small pjo x ror fanfic community that's been going on lately (specifically regarding to reaction fics).

You see those two profiles? Well, they're the same person and they've been plagiarizing so please report them. Percilla1993 and Evanthea1993

It started with the first account, Percilla (I'm gonna call them P). P made a ror x pjo reaction fic called "mångata":

And it was a blatant copy of valkyraeblack fic "Sweet Child O' Mine". They were reported and called out, and the fic was deleted (either by P or due to the reports).

SEVERAL HOURS AFTER IT WAS TAKEN DOWN, the new account Evanthea was made (I'm gonna call it E). When valkyraeblack posted a chapter informing readers of the plagiarism, E expressed their "condolences" and had the audacity to "ask for permission" to use some of their ideas, but get this, they published their fic first AND THEN asked for permission.

So how did we figure out that E was P? Easy. E's fic, "marmoris" was extremely similar to "mångata". Mind you, "marmoris" was posted just hours after "mångata" was deleted so it was still very much fresh in my and valkyraeblack's memory. The same content that was stolen from her fic and put in "mångata" was put in "marmoris" and the reactions were the same too.

Also, when valkyraeblack went onto E's page to call them out, instead of replying, E went on to delete EVERYTHING from their announcement page. Not just valkyraeblack's comment, but everyone else's which made it pretty damn obvious that E was P because why would you react like that 💀

Prior to deletion, I saw some people go onto E's profile to promote their works to them, so please please beware. For some odd reason, E/P is very dedicated to plagiarizing, even making a second account to do it, so beware of your works being copied. I would not be surprised if they make a third account to try this again, so just keep an eye out.

Anyway, let me just point some stuff out:

- The ror x pjo community is tiny af, plagiarism is going to be VERY obvious since there's so little crossover fics like this, so... don't fucking steal people's work. Not only is it wrong, but it's stupid since people are gonna fucking notice.

- Do not take someone's idea, put it in your work, publish said work, AND THEN ASK FOR PERMISSION TO USE THAT IDEA. I cannot believe this has to be said, but asking for permission ALWAYS comes first.

(The same goes for graphics... Don't fucking take someone's graphics that THEY MADE, put it in your work, publish it, and then ask for permission to use it. I don't care if you give 'credit', fucking ask first smh OR LEARN HOW TO MAKE YOUR OWN?)

- When someone grants you permission to use one of their ideas, you have only been granted to use that one specific idea... NOT EVERY OTHER IDEA. I had this issue with my Essie series. Someone asked to use my "OC is a reincarnation of Maria" idea, I said "sure", but then bam they post their work and their entire first chapter is similar to mine.

- Don't make a second account and repost the same fucking fic that was deleted so soon afterwards because again, did you really think no one would notice you reposting the same book in a new account with barely any differences to the previous one? And the exact same sections that were plagiarized to begin with? That's stupid.

Anyway, please go check out valkyraeblack and ElysianMikaelson fic, "Sweet Child O' Mine". It's a very lengthy, amazing pjo x ror reaction fic, so read it and give them some love!

EONS AGO, AFTER THE CREATION OF HUMANITY
YEAR 9XX C.E., NOREGSVELDI (KINGDOM OF NORWAY)

BALDUR WAS SUCH A PRETTY little thing, it made Loki want to kiss and stab him at the same time.

He floated in the sky, stretched over the air as if an invisible chaise was underneath him. His violet eyes remained rooted on the very god who kept taking up his mind.

There he was, handsome and pure as always. Long, wavy platinum locks fell over a muscled fair back, and his eyes, a crystal blue, were soft. He radiated with light, bright yet gentle—a stark contrast to Apollo's harsh and burning glow. Loki couldn't decide whether he wanted to bask in that light or extinguish it.

He watched intently as the white-haired god walked the lands of Midgard, the lowly mortals not even bothering to bow at his feet but to instead eagerly scamper up to him and greet him, as if they were friends. The children were especially excited to see him, their grubby little hands grasping the fine cloth of his skirt as they asked for treats.

Loki harrumphed loudly as he watched the scene.

It wasn't enough that Baldur was loved by everyone in Valhalla, he needed to be beloved by the Midgardians too? Ridiculous. As if the love of some humans would ever be worth anything.

Having had enough of watching them put their filthy hands on the god, Loki descended from the skies, making his presence known to everyone. The chatty humans quieted down at the appearance of the god, while Baldur merely turned around to face him, having already sensed him watching him earlier.

"Loki," Baldur greeted, his voice soft but there was an obvious wariness in his posture as he stood in front of the children. "What brings you down here to Midgard?"

"Nothing really," the green haired god shrugged, boredly checking out his nails. He stole a glance at the children hiding behind Baldur's legs and decided to sneakily send a curse their way, thinking it'd be funny if they were to die grisly deaths before they could ever reach adulthood. "Just wanted to see what you were up to. Don't know why you would ever want to come here though. Is Lord Odin aware that you're going around fraternizing with lowlives~?"

Baldur bristled at the insult which only infuriated Loki even more to know that he genuinely cared about these things.

"My father is aware that I'm down here, yes," Baldur answered, which wasn't a surprise to Loki. Sweet little Baldur could probably ask for the throne and Odin would bend over his back to give his favorite son whatever he wanted. "But does he know that you're here?"

"Does it matter?" He grinned wickedly, eying the villagers who were watching nervously.

Baldur frowned. Not wanting to risk it, he quickly motioned for the humans to leave the vicinity. Mothers grabbed their children, older kids ushered their siblings, and husbands led their families away. Soon enough, the area was cleared out.

We're alone now...! Loki thought giddily, his eyes lighting up. He skipped over to him, who immediately tensed the closer he got.

"Now, Baldur," he purred, trailing a sharp nail across his shoulder as he walked around him. His tongue peeked out, long and forked like a snake. He wanted to lick up every trace of the god, but held himself back. "Just what were you doing with those humans, hmm? I've noticed how frequent your visits are here."

Baldur shivered under his touch and slowly turned around to face him, stepping back. Loki could feel his ichor boil with pleasure at the guarded look on his face. He looked like a cornered animal trying to escape from its natural predator.

"Don't tell me you actually like these humans?" Loki questioned, his smile turning sharper.

"And if I do?" Baldur replied challengingly, which made him chuckle.

"Oh dear," Loki crooned, stepping in front of him and placing a finger under his chin. "The God's Council is happening next week, you know," he reminded him.

Baldur's face fell. Every thousand years, the gods from every pantheon would gather together in a council and decide the fate of humanity. If a majority of the votes were in favor, then the existence of man would come to an end. If gods were indecisive, they would settle with destroying certain civilizations. Previous genocides had been the Roman Empire, an attempt in Thebes (which results in the gods gaining Heracles), and even the destruction of the Tower of Babel (an event that Loki happily partook in).

So far, not every god hated humans enough to want them all dead, but as the millennia passed, more and more gods were growing in favor of their destruction. Baldur feared that this year's God's Council would be the one where it finally happened.

Baldur loved his fellow gods... but a part of him was also sickened by their cruelty. They had been the ones to create humanity in the first place, and yet they were so awful to them.

The first humans, Adam and Eve, had been the first to face their cruelty. Baldur knew that the snake had been lying about Eve eating the apple—they all did, but they banished them from Eden and sent them down here anyway. They flourished away from the gods' control, having children of their own and eventually fostering the entire human race, but the gods continued to abuse their own creations.

Baldur could never understand it. Why create humanity if you were going to scorn them anyway? Every year the gods would create new excuses to justify why killing them was the right thing to do: they're disrespectful, they're thieves and liars, they're murderers (as if the gods were any better), but he knew the truth. He knew that the gods simply wanted to kill them just because they could.

He loved his fellow gods, but he knew deep down that they were horribly flawed beings; arrogant, cruel, sadistic. They hid their true nature behind their divinity and uppity attitudes, but savagery ran through their ichor. Sure humans could be cruel too, but maybe that was something they learned from the very gods that ruled over them with an iron fist.

Don't go to the water or else Poseidon would kill you. Don't compliment your looks or else Aphrodite would wage war on you. Don't do ANYTHING or the Devil would target you. Don't trust animals because it could be a god in disguise. Don't be beautiful or else the gods would rape you. Don't get raped by the gods or else their wives would curse you. With all these unspoken restrictions, who could blame humanity for eventually growing to hate the gods? Baldur mourned the day it would happen, for humanity and gods to truly be at odds with each other, but he could never fault the humans for it when they've faced the brunt of their abuse for eons.

Loki giggled at the growing despair on his face.

"I believe it's too soon for us to come to a consensus for the death of humanity, but that doesn't leave punishing them off the table," he smirked. "I wonder how your dear old father would feel if I told him what I saw today? How these humans dared to touch his precious son with their greedy, lecherous hands, demanding your love and attention, demanding for gifts like ungrateful little whelps."

Baldur stared at him, his beautiful face enraged. "That is not what happened and you know it! Those were children merely asking for toys that I can easily conjure!"

Loki stepped back with a shrug. "Doesn't matter," he said, grin widening. "You know how possessive Lord Odin is of you. He'd use any excuse to punish some filthy humans for daring to touch his favorite son. I reckon that in next week's council he'd demand for the decimation of this village—no, the whole Kingdom even, hahaha!"

His face fell. "Loki, you must not tell my father," he pleaded.

"Hmmm," he pretended to think about it. "Perhaps I'll keep my mouth shut... if you kiss me."

Baldur froze. "...You are vile," he said, his face breaking out in disgust. "To force this upon me."

"I'm not forcing you." He grinned. "You have a choice to back out~"

Baldur's expression darkened. "A choice? A choice that would get hundreds of innocent people killed is not a choice."

Loki was about to taunt him some more, but Baldur leaned forward, his lips pressing against his. Just as he was going to lean in and kiss him harder, the kiss ended before he could even enjoy it.

"There," Baldur said tensely. "You got what you want. Now, let us return back to Valhalla."

Loki was not pleased by this in the slightest. The kiss was too short, and it did nothing to quell the wild thoughts running around his head. He wanted to pull him in for another kiss, he wanted to stab him for daring to pull away, he wanted to hide him from the rest of the universe and hold him in his arms, he wanted to carve his name into his back and laugh at his pain—

He just couldn't decide whether he wanted to kill him or love him, so he settled on torturing him because he found the sight of his tears just as lovely as his smile.

So when the God's Council finally came up and all of humanity was spared once again, Loki happily brought up the quaint Nordic village that their beloved Baldur' visited. As expected, Odin flew into a rage, shouting about how his poor naive son was being taken advantage of by the humans. Naturally, other gods were roused in his anger, the pleadings of Baldur drowned out by their rage.

Since it was the Norse gods who had been offended by the humans, they were granted permission to go down there and personally punish them. While Thor and Odin blasted them from afar, Loki wanted to give Baldur front row seats to the bloodbath and happily live-streamed himself killing all the humans Baldur had ever interacted with and sent him the link. Topped with a 'get well soon' message of course, because the poor god had fallen into a catatonic state after the genocide was granted and was promptly locked away in the palace.

("Poor dear is so traumatized by what those awful humans have done!" Iðunn cried out sympathetically. "Look at him, he's gone into shock!"

"Oh darling, Baldur," Loki crooned, giving him a mock pat on the cheek. "Don't worry, dearest, we'll get rid of those big bad humans for you~ In the meanwhile, you sit tight!" He looked at all the guards Odin had ordered to keep his son safe in the palace. "Do make sure not to let him out of your sight. It'd be a shame if he left the palace and hurt himself~")

For centuries Loki had watched Baldur go down to visit Midgard, growing closer and closer to unworthy humans. And now he would finally be able to take his anger out on the ones he loved. He happily slaughtered them all, one by one. From the children he played with, the elderly he helped, and the women and men whose hearts he stole. When he got to one particular young man, a bright idea came to mind.

Swiftly, he sliced the man's head off and ditched the massacre, teleporting back to the Asgardian Palace where Baldur was. He was trapped in his room, suffocated by his father's guards who stood dutifully outside. The second he appeared, Baldur angrily rose to his feet, but froze at the sight of head Loki held by the hair.

"Here. A gift from me to you," Loki beamed, tossing the head of the young man towards him.

Baldur stumbled back, horror written all over his beautiful face as the head fell to the pristine floors with a sickening thud.

"I believe I saw you kiss this man once upon a time," Loki mused, walking forward and stepped on the head, rolling it under his foot. "Agmundr was his name, right?"

"W-what have you done...?!" Baldur's voice raised an octave, full of disbelief and fear.

Rather than answering, he simply kicked the head forward until it rolled over and bumped into Baldur's foot.

"Your poor wife would be soooo heartbroken if she knew of this," Loki taunted. "I don't know what would crush Lady Nanna more, your infidelity or the fact that you chose a human over her."

Baldur didn't even react to the fact that his affair had been exposed. His eyes remained glued on his paramour's head as he trembled in horror and disbelief.

"I shouldn't even be surprised that you would fall in love with a human. Only you would be capable of something so disgusting," Loki chuckled bitterly. "Don't worry, I won't tell Odin of your little relationship. Instead, I'll just tell him that this human tried to violate you. I'm sure Lord Hades would allow him to choose a suitable eternal punishment for him in Helheim."

Loki turned around and exited the room. He flicked his hand, enchanting the bedroom with a silencer just in time for Baldur to let out an anguished scream.

Weeks passed since then, and Loki found himself frequenting his secret room in the palace.

He calmly brushed silky strands of platinum hair before taking a strand and curling it behind the ear. He sighed and stepped back, admiring the life-sized doll before him. A permanent smile was molded on his face, the glassy false eyes were shining, but lacked the warmth and softness of the original source.

...But this would have to do, because not even the real Baldur's eyes shined as bright anymore.

(Was it his fault? Was he the problem? Did it have to do with the humans he killed? Or maybe that human lover whose head he gifted him with? No, no. It couldn't be his fault. Besides, why would the deaths of some inferior humans impact him that much? How ridiculous!)

Loki was just about to pick out the doll's clothes when he was interrupted by an earth-shattering scream. Immediately, he teleported away and hurried to the hallway leading to the throne room. Odin and Thor appeared at the same time, and the three of them froze upon seeing Queen Frigg kneeling beside her son, who had suddenly collapsed.

"Baldur!" Odin stormed forward with Thor and Loki right behind him. "Frigg, what happened?" He demanded.

"He just collapsed out of nowhere," Frigg explained frantically, her arm around her shaken son. "Baldur. Baldur, my love, what happened? Are you hurt?! Baldur!"

Baldur lifted his head up, confused and shaken. One hand was pressed against his chest, like he was trying to keep a wound from freely bleeding, but there was no injury to be found.

"I..." He muttered, staring down at himself in confusion.

"Brother," Thor spoke up, his deep and normally stoic voice laced with a twinge of concern. "What happened?"

"I... I got stabbed? I think...?" Baldur uttered in bewilderment, looking down at his chest. "I-I swear I got stabbed. I was just walking with mother, but then I felt this pain and when I looked down..." He kept patting his chest as if to look for an invisible blade sticking out of him.

"What?" Frigg's brows furrowed in concern. "Son, no such thing happened."

"Perhaps it is a vision," Odin rumbled. "A vision of a future that has yet to come."

"Pfft," Loki poorly stifled his laugh, ignoring the glares sent in his direction. "A vision? More like he's been drinking too much mead."

"This is no laughing matter, Loki," Thor frowned.

"We need to do something," Frigg urged. "If this is a vision, then we mustn't let this come to pass. Odin, I want more reinforcements around the palace—guards, enchantments, I don't care. Alert everyone about a possible assassination attempt. Baldur, you are not to leave the palace grounds. If you must, take your father or one of your brothers."

Baldur frowned, "But mother—"

"—Listen to your mother, son," Odin interrupted him sternly before glancing at his wife. "I'll get right to it. Make sure he rests in bed and watch over him if any more visions come."

Loki rolled his eyes as they all fawned and fretted over Baldur, as usual. Odin left to find Heimdall while Frigg helped her son up as if he didn't have a pair of working legs.

Ridiculous, Loki thought every time he caught a glimpse of Baldur, surrounded by guards, or his brothers or his father.

As more time passed, it was getting increasingly harder for Loki to get a moment alone with Baldur. He couldn't even get less than five meters near him without Odin or Thor sending him away. Don't even get him started on Frigg's wary glare she would shoot his way.

Absolutely fucking ridiculous! He thought as he angrily brushed the hair of his Baldur doll.

The worst part was how protective the other gods became too. Even those outside of their pantheon. It always pissed him off to see all these gods slobbering over Baldur, craving a brief moment of his attention like desperate whores. How dare they stand so near Loki's property? Especially after he had already claimed him with a kiss! Did he need to cut their heads off too?!

But there was one thing he could not deny: those visions were real. Turns out he hadn't just drunk too much mead that day, because almost every day since then, Baldur had been getting plagued with more visions of the same thing: his death. It dawned on Loki just how serious this was.

One day, Odin had ordered every Norse god for a council. Loki was seated beside his wife, the ever patient and surprisingly-still-sane, Sigyn, and their sons, Váli and Narfi.

Loki's cheek leaned against his fist as he stared off at Baldur who sat on a throne beside his mother. For the first time in what felt like forever, they finally made eye-contact. It lasted for just a brief second since Baldur sent him a look of burning resentment before he turned away.

The hatred in his eyes aroused and pissed him off at the same time. Loki wanted to lick his eyeballs and pluck them out at the same time, maybe even use the real thing to replace the false eyes he had planted in his doll. Then he could keep the doll in his room and have him stare at him every day just the way he liked it—at least then he wouldn't have to share his attention with everyone else.

Sigyn silently pinched his side, "Loki," she whispered sharply, sending him a pointed look to pay attention.

Right. Frigg was talking.

"—oaths from every object in order to ensure my son's safety," Frigg's powerful voice boomed. "There will be no objections. Anyone who refuses to do as ordered will be sentenced to a century-long punishment that I decide on."

Wait, huh? Loki had blanked out during the beginning of it, but was she serious? She was going to extract oaths from all objects to keep them from harming Baldur? He had to stifle a laugh at that. He shouldn't have been surprised. All of Baldur's visions had to do with him being stabbed in the chest by some mysterious object, so of course the best course of action would be to prevent any object from touching him, but Loki couldn't help but find the idea silly.

As expected, no god had any objections. Everyone pulled out their Divine Weapons and Frigg extracted oaths from each one, making sure that none of them could hurt her son. Loki really didn't want to participate, but he shuddered at the thought of being tortured for a century, so he had no other choice but to follow along.

Frigg's determination didn't stop there.

She desperately traveled every inch of all the three realms, extracting oaths from every object to assure her son's safety and even going to other god's too. She had a hard time with the more heartless gods like Poseidon, Adamas, and Beelzebub, but for the first two she just complained to Rhea who ordered her sons to make the oaths. And as for Beelzebub... well, she had to make a deal with him (good luck with that, everyone knew that a deal with the Devil would never end well for you).

Eventually, she managed to succeed in getting every oath she needed and a whole celebration was thrown—Zeus' idea by the way, because the old freak would never pass up a chance to throw a huge party over the littlest of things. Almost every god from every pantheon was out joining in on the festivities aside from the more boring gods like those losers Poseidon and Beelzebub who'd rather stay cooped up in their homes and were allergic to fun.

And usually Loki would be having a blast too, but watching everyone fawn over Baldur had squashed all his joy.

"How about this?" Shiva blasted out scorching hot flames from all four palms of his hand. The flames swallowed Baldur's body whole and when they died out, the beautiful platinum haired god was unscathed.

"Ohohoho, now that's cool," Shiva grinned.

"Me next!" Ares eagerly picked up a golden platter and threw it at him like a frisbee. The speed was so fast it would've beheaded him, but it simply bounced off of Baldur's neck.

"I wanna try it too!" Susanoo unsheathed his sword and did a powerful swing that would've sliced the other god in half, but the blade recoiled back and Susanoo stumbled in surprise before a huge smile broke over his face. "It didn't touch you at all! Truly impressive!"

And then Loki watched as a bunch of other gods proceeded to throw random objects at him only to break out into drunken laughter every time each one bounced off of his body.

He wanted nothing more than to take Baldur away from here and have him for himself, but it would be impossible. There were too many gods around and Odin and his sons were keeping a close eye on him despite it being pointless.

Then, he spotted Frigg gulping down a horn full of mead and got an idea. Disguising himself into an elderly woman, he hobbled over to the unsuspecting queen.

"Your Majesty," he croaked, giving the drunken goddess a weak bow. "May I?" He gestured to the empty seat across from her.

Frigg waved a dismissive hand and he sat down.

"May I ask what all this commotion is for? I wasn't informed that there would be a party tonight..."

"Oh where have you been, you hag?" Frigg chortled, her manners nonexistent now that she was drunk. "It's a party! For my dearest son!" She leaned forward, a smug smirk on her lips. "For I have defied fate and saved him."

Loki pretended to look shocked, his wrinkled face stretched with emotion. "Whatever do you mean, my lady?"

"I've—" she burped in his face, "—got every single object in the world to swear to never hurt my son."

Loki leaned forward, a skeptical tone in his elderly voice. "Everything?"

She made a face. "Ugh. Okay. Not... everything, but almost. I just didn't get mistletoe, but that's just mistletoe, yanno?" She waved an uncaring hand. "Hey, can you pass me more mead—"

The old lady was gone.

Frigg wrinkled her nose in annoyance. "Odiiiiin!" She called out for her husband. "I want more mead!"

There was a heavy sigh from the distance. "Coming, dear."

Meanwhile, Loki, now donning his usual form, was rushing to the nearest oak tree to rip off a branch of mistletoe.

There was a massive smile cracking through his face. Mistletoe! Of all the things the dumb Queen left out, it was mistletoe! He could imagine it now, Baldur, the radiant and beloved god of all the three realms, getting taken down by mistletoe. The image was so funny that he was struggling to hide his giggles as he returned to the party with the branch in his hand.

The party was going on as usual. Baldur was, naturally, the center of attention. Gods continued throwing things at him and he was all smiles as he let each object bounce off of his skin. The sight of that lovely smile made Loki nearly snap the branch in half.

It just wasn't fair. Baldur had so much love to give, Loki had seen it himself. He spread his love to humans, demons, and gods alike, but never to him. Baldur looked at Loki and Loki saw not an ounce of love in his eyes, no affection, no care. Just fear and wariness, and nowadays, resentment.

If he could not have Baldur's smiles, then he would have his tears. If he could not have Baldur's love, then he would have his fear. And if he couldn't have Baldur himself, then no one could.

"Hod!" He cheerfully approached the blind god, one of Baldur's younger brothers. Despite the festive aura surrounding them, the god of darkness was sulking, listening in to the excited cheers of the other gods who were testing out Baldur's invulnerability. "What's got you so down, hmm? Oh! I know, you wanna join in on all the fun, huh?"

Hod straightened up once he felt Loki's presence draw close. "Hello, Loki," he acknowledged. "And no, I'm fine."

"Aww, no you're not," Loki let out a sympathetic sound. "You wanna try it out yourself, don't you?" He asked knowingly.

Hod tried to insist, "It's fine, Loki—"

"—I can help you if you want," he offered generously.

"...You would?" Hod asked, a tinge of hope in his voice.

"Yes, of course," Loki cried out joyously. "Come now, this is a party and it's not fair for you to miss out just because you can't see! I can guide you on where to throw, so how about it?"

"Well..." Hod sounded eager now. "If you really insist."

A wicked smirk crawled over Loki's face. "Wonderful. Here," he placed the branch of mistletoe in Hod's waiting hand and directed him on where to throw. "Right here," he instructed. "Now do one, powerful throw..."

Hod pulled his arm back and threw the mistletoe branch towards his unsuspecting brother. Loki watched, holding his breath, and then—

SHHHICK!

Rather than bouncing off of him, the tree branch impaled Baldur through the chest, golden ichor spurting from his mouth as he stumbled back from the impact. The happy cheers quickly died out, horror and fear replacing the atmosphere as the god loved by all fell to the ground, lifeless in an instant.

"Pfft!" Loki slapped a hand over his mouth to hide his laughter, not that he needed to because Frigg suddenly sobered up and let out the loudest wail of agony.

The king and queen rushed forward to their son's corpse, and Loki immediately knew that it was time for him to leave before Hod alerted them of his trickery.

I'm in deep shit, ahaha, he thought.

He did whatever he could to avoid punishment, taking advantage of Valhalla's grieving period to stay away and lay low (though there was that time where he couldn't help but thwart their attempts to resurrect him—they must have really gone mad with desperation if they thought they could accomplish that, hah!).

After that, the grieving period was over and it became "Hunt Loki Down Day" every day. It was something almost every god participated in.

It got so bad that Loki broke into the bifrost and sent himself down to Midgard in hopes to avoid them. He turned himself into a small salmon and spent his days swimming around Poseidon's territory, thanking the Fates that he had brought his trusty cloak to disguise his godly presence.

There were very few gods down here, with Poseidon being the most prominent of the few. He also ruled over Midgard, so when Odin came down (much to the anxiety of Loki) and asked for his help in searching for Loki, Loki had to hold himself back from kissing Poseidon when the blonde god outright refused to help them avenge their son.

("He'll get his karma one day," Nemesis muttered, having heard the news of Poseidon's refusal to help.)

Loki was so relieved about it that after Odin left, he happily swam around Poseidon's surprisingly soft locks to show his appreciation. Poseidon, none the wiser that the salmon was actually Loki, let him be.

Several months passed and Loki was seriously debating on just living down here and becoming Poseidon's pet salmon forever until Thor came down and finally caught him.

Aaaaand that was how Loki found himself trapped in a cave, stripped naked and bound to a rock by shackles—shackles that were coated in the blood of his beloved sons, Narfi and Váli who had been mercilessly slaughtered by Odin's machinations.

Above him, a monstrous snake was fastened to a stalactite, dripping venom onto his face.

He hissed in pain as the droplets hit his skin, slowly burning holes onto his face.

Gods, what he wouldn't give to be a little salmon swimming around Poseidon's territory right now...

Just then, he could sense the presence of a god entering the cave—Sigyn.

"Sigyn, my love, have you come to free me?!" Loki cried out in relief only to let out a hiss of pain when another droplet hit him square in the eye. He could feel the venom melt through his eyeball before slowly falling deeper into his head.

He turned his head to the side, spying the golden haired goddess' normally peaceful expression marred by coldness. Her pale blue eyes stared at him. There was a large bowl in her hands.

"Of course not," she replied in a clipped tone. Then her face fell, her sad gaze traveled over to the blood-soaked shackles keeping him restrained against the rock.

"What happened to them?" she asked numbly.

Loki tried to swallow back his guilt. "Odin transformed Váli into a wolf. He lost his senses and mauled Narfi to death. I was forced to watch. I... I am sorry, Sigyn."

An eye for an eye. Odin lost his beloved son, so it was only fair for Loki's children to suffer as well, he supposed. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

His face crumbled. "I truly didn't think our sons would be punished alongside me," he said earnestly. The last thing he wanted was for his kids to get caught up in his mess. He could only hope his other children were spared from cruelty as well. "What has happened to the rest of my children?"

"Fenrir and Hel went to Helheim to stay with their mother. As for Jormungandr, he was very lucky to be a creature of the sea—Lord Poseidon almost didn't care enough to let him use the bifrost to avoid Lord Odin's wrath. Though a part of me thinks it was mostly to spite Lord Odin, Lord Poseidon wasn't very pleased about Fimbulwinter."

"And Sleipnir?" Loki was almost too afraid to ask.

"Is fine," she responded.

He relaxed. Out of all of his children, Sleipnir was the one who was treated the best, though that was mainly due to having Odin's favor.

And then, to his surprise, Sigyn stood at his side and held up the bowl, keeping it over his head and effectively protecting him from the falling venom.

"You are helping me," he uttered, stunned. "Why?"

"Because I wish to," was her simple answer. "Loki, I want a divorce."

Loki wasn't surprised to hear that. Their marriage had been arranged and neither of them felt any love for each other—his open affairs had been proof of that.

"Alright," he nodded. "I understand." For her sake, he hoped it would be granted to her immediately instead of having to wait for his punishment to end. It would take several centuries if it were the latter, but he knew Sigyn could wait. She had always been the most patient out of them all.

Drip, drop. The venom continued to fall.

"Why did you do it?" She suddenly asked.

"Huh?"

"Why did you kill Baldur?" She asked sadly.

His face hardened at the mention of the very god who put him in this mess. "Because I wanted to," he replied stiffly, not giving away his true intentions. "Baldur got on my nerves. I hated how everyone was so desperate to get a piece of him. It was disgusting. And he's a human-lover too, how much lower could a god get?"

"...Is that truly the reason?"

For the briefest of moments, he faltered. A part of him wanted to confess the truth, but he didn't even understand it. For eons he had wished for Baldur to give him the same warmth as he did everyone else, but he also wanted the god dead. And now that he actually was dead, Loki still didn't understand why that annoying part of him still yearned for the god's affections. Everything was such a jumbled mess of confusion whenever it came to Baldur and he hated how much worse it grew after he finally got rid of him once and for all.

But Sigyn stared at him like she had him all figured out.

"Gods," she breathed out, a tear slipping from her eye. "You actually loved him, didn't you?"

"I do not love him—argh!" Loki hissed, trying to lunge for her only for the restraints to keep him still.

"You do," Sigyn gave him a look of disgust. She was so glad that Loki never loved her. "You loved him, and I hope you never love anyone ever again."

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NOW

Loki floated around his bedroom, cradling a horn of mead in his arms as if it were his baby. His cheeks were flushed gold from how much he had drinken, but he didn't care.

He felt humiliated, victorious, angry, and happy at the same time. Humiliated because a stupid teenage girl had seen right through him. Victorious because he had bested the Devil in his own game. Angry because now he had to confront his own feelings after eons of shunting them aside. And happy because Percy had actually paid such close attention to him that she was able to read him like an open book—something he couldn't even do on a good day!

He was so flattered!

(Amongst a sea of other emotions, of course.)

But then he remembered:

"I don't love you! You mean nothing to me!"

"...I-I didn't say anything about love..."

He blanched and had to summon another horn of mead to gulp down.

Love. Gods, he really hated that emotion. It was so tricky and confusing, so impossible to understand! His love for his children however, now that was easier to get, but towards other people who weren't extensions of him? How the fuck did that work?!

But he could not push it away anymore. Percy had called him out so bluntly it was almost comical. She had forced the truth to his face (even though she had initially just wanted to taunt him about having a 'crush' and had severely underestimated just how much his true feelings ran deep) and now he had to face the music.

Once upon a time, he had... loved Baldur (he had to stop to take another drink). He had craved the god's attention and greedily wanted his love all for himself, hurting, taunting, and pranking him just to get those pretty eyes on him. But he wasn't the only one in this universe who yearned for him because everyone—from the humans down in Midgard to the demons of Helheim—wanted him too. Loki had declared that enough was enough and decided to do the unforgivable: he killed Baldur. Aside from his ex-wife, everyone foolishly assumed he had done that out of jealousy towards the god when it was the exact opposite: if he couldn't have him, nobody else could.

"I'm sorrryyyyyy...!" Loki wailed into his empty room, as if the deceased god could actually hear him. "I didn't mean to! Well, actually, I sorta did... sorry."

He actually felt pretty shitty for killing Baldur, especially since it led to the deaths of his sons. If he could rewind time and stop himself from killing Baldur, he would!

...Maybe.

Okay, he was more likely to still murder the guy, but he'd try to find a way to get out of it blame-free to spare his sons, but whatever.

Now fast-forward to several thousand years later and he was in the same predicament with a dimensional traveling daughter of Poseidon.

"Fuck you, Percy—ow!" He cried out, accidentally bonking himself on the head when he floated too high towards the ceiling. He flew a little lower and sulkily gulped down more mead.

He wondered if the Fates had done this to him on purpose. Make him fall in love with yet another person that was so untouchable, literally and figuratively.

No wait, that was wrong.

You see, the difference between Baldur and Percy was that while they were both untouchable in more ways than one, Percy still chose to approach him. She did not shun him out of fear, did not hate him for all the antics he had put her through (and she even enjoyed some of them!), and there were times where she would occasionally see him as a friend.

It was admittedly quite refreshing. He liked having a genuine friend who had no hidden motives for him. Someone who didn't get annoyed by him, didn't try to ignore or push him away, just... someone who—at times—enjoyed his company.

And more importantly, someone who didn't try to control his chaotic nature.

No one could handle him. Gods sought to put him under control, humans learned to fear him, and Baldur ran away every time he so much as approached him, but Percy knew exactly how to handle him and handled his chaos in stride. Hell, even when he tricked her into going to Norway, she had seen through him and had been unfazed (up until the part where he went crazy and started stabbing away, oops).

He swooped downwards, embracing his Percy doll and squeezing it tight as if it were the real deal. "I won't try to kill you anymore, promise!" He exclaimed. "Here, you can even have some of my mead as an apology!"

He dipped the horn on the painted lips. The mead trickled down the doll's face and onto her dress.

"Ugh, you're such a slob," he groaned, wiping her mouth for her since she was clearly too lazy to do it herself.

He took another gulp for himself and tossed the horn away since it was now empty. "You're sooo niiiiice to me," he moaned in guilt. "I'm so sorry for trying to stab you. And saying mean things to you. And—hiccup—kidnapping you all the time... Actually, I'm still gonna do that. Sorry."

He nuzzled his face against the fake black hair. It smelled a little weird, but he didn't care and continued to hug 'her' whilst floating in the air.

He let out a dreamy sigh, eyes shut in contentment as he held 'her' tight. "I love you~"

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While Loki was losing his mind over a doll, Beelzebub remained in the same spot he had been left in. Nothing was left of the Swedish neighborhood he and Loki had a brief scuffle in. Houses were burnt down and in shambles, the ground was opened up, and his flies were buzzing around devouring everything and everyone in sight.

Beelzebub felt like throwing up.

Loki had forced that vision in his head, a vision that showed exactly where Percy's mortal spot laid.

He knew how to kill her. Even worse, he was in love with her. If... if he saw her again, would he lose control and end her? The very thought of having to kill another person he loved made him want to cry.

I need to forget, he thought desperately. He needed to find a way to erase his memories, to make himself forget about that vision. He could go to Mnemosyne... No, that wouldn't work. It was very hard for gods to mess with each other's minds, and a Titaness as weak as Mnemosyne wouldn't be capable of erasing his memories anyway.

He could try and do it himself, but Loki could just come back and make him remember again.

He could ascend her... but that would be pointless too. If the Curse of Achilles remained even after ascension, then he would still be able to kill her, and if it didn't, then killing her would be even easier since he no longer had a specific spot to target.

He could feel his eyes watering as more of his options dwindled.

What do I do? What do I do...?

He hugged himself, no longer feeling like a powerful god but something smaller and insignificant. He wished his friends were still alive to guide him, give him advice on what to do. But he had killed them too. And now all he had left was Percy, but now she was in danger of becoming his next victim.

"No, no, no... please, no...!" He rasped desperately, squeezing his eyes shut. Tears were pouring out only to immediately evaporate from the extreme heat of his surroundings.

The image of Percy dead by his hand was something that would haunt him forever. He could not let it happen, but what could he do?

"What do I do, what do I do...?!" He sobbed, head bowed down as his claws dug into the dirt in desperation. "Lucifer... Azazel... Samael... Lilith... Please, help me, what do I do...?!"

He knew deep down what he would have to do, but it pained him.

"You thought I was the one who needed to stay away from her? No, no. You're the one who needs to stay away. Because if you don't, then you're going to be the one to kill her. And the Curse of Achilles won't save her from you now that you know where her mortal spot lies."

Loki was right.

If he wanted to keep Percy alive, then he would have to stay away from her.

It was the only other way.

"No," he whimpered, the very thought of having to push his beloved away made his whole body wrack with pain.

How could he ever do such a thing? He had struggled to accept his feelings for her for so long, and the second he embraced them, the second he was ready to make her all his, he was now forced to shut himself away all over again?

He cried harder, his tears evaporating into steam from the burning heat.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, crying as all of Scandinavia fell to ruination, but he knew he needed to leave. He shakily rose up to his feet, trembling all over. His body slowly returned to its original form.

He felt weak, pathetic, and defeated. He had been bested by Loki and he was too full of grief to even feel angry at the moment.

He teleported himself to the bifrost and used it to return to his castle in Helheim.

Percy was waiting for him at his living room, splayed over his chaise while her feet swung around in the air. Despite everything she had gone through, she looked perfectly content there. She looked like she was at home. She looked like she belonged there, on his chaise, in his living room, in his home—

He forced himself to stop as he quietly approached her.

Her beautiful green eyes immediately lit up once she saw him.

"Beel, hey! You look like shit," she said worriedly. "Loki was acting pretty crazy back there, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he lied. He wanted to kill himself. "Are you alright?"

She gave him a reassuring grin. "I told you, I'm fine. Loki just spooked me."

"Right," he nodded tensely, incapable of even giving her a smile. "It's getting late. Your father will be coming here to pick you up soon."

"Oh, right," she deflated. She removed the necklace and it morphed back into Loki's cloak. She handed it back to him and he had to fight back the urge to rip it to pieces—who knew that acquiring this one cloak would lead to such a disaster happening?

Just in time, Poseidon arrived at the foyer of his castle where Beelzebub and Percy walked to greet him.

"My pearl," the imposing blonde god relaxed once his daughter was at his side. Percy tried to stay a considerable distance away from him, hiding a grimace when Poseidon greedily placed an arm around her waist to pull her close to him.

"Let us return home," Poseidon said, completely ignoring Beelzebub.

Percy nodded. "I'll see you later, Beel!" She waved goodbye to him.

Beelzebub tried to return it. He focused on her smile and the way her eyes shined.

"Goodbye," he replied, not even bothering to reply back that he would see her another time.

He knew it would never happen, because this would be the last time he would ever be near her.

Poseidon teleported them away, and Percy was gone. 

— author's note —

They never even interacted ever in this fic, but writing the Loki x Baldur backstory just made me ship Baldur and Percy solely because of how similar they are and how they'd probably understand each other 😭

Also, in the og myths, Loki was supposed to be bound to the rocks with the entrails of one of his sons (Narfi I think) but I couldn't write about that here cuz you know... gods don't have human organs.

Fanart from yagodnyizefir! The first is the Beel vs Loki fight and the second is a comic of if Percy's soul were to be obliterated teehee:

More Percy figures from lieveux! This time it's Empress Percy showing off her lil fangs and claws: